The nightmare that keeps haunting me...

For a few moments all I am aware of is my feet and the deep green grass. A sharp, sudden breeze whips my hair harshly into my face and the energy around me changes as I realize I am walking along the side of an interstate, Confusion and panic fill my mind as the dreamlike haze lifts from my eyes. I realize, as the next car passes, that it is a Saturn just like mine... with a bumper sticker just like mine.

Within mere moments, the car swerves near an exit and suddenly starts to spin out. With a violence unlike anything in reality, the car slams into a tree. For a few moments, I am frozen in terror but then, I begin to run. I have to get there to help. I have to help.I have to help.

The ground between me and the car (Is it my car?) seems to stretch with every step I take. Time speeds up while I remain still. Before I make it to the car, the police and the EMTs are on the scene. I watch them get a dark-haired girl out of the car and carry her on a stretcher to the ambulance. Her brown hair disappears into the ambulance and with an intense urgency, I climb in after her.

There is a furry of gloved hands. Words I don’t understand are spoken rapidly. “We are losing her!” That is all I understand. Haze fills my vision, but the sense of urgency and terror overwhelm my body.

The haze lifts to reveal the inside of an ER. I see a woman, a doctor, with blonde hair leaning over the girl from the ambulance. She sighs, smiles and says, “She is going to make it”

Everything goes black. Darker than anything I have ever experienced. A deep cynical voice states, “You may have made it, but you will never deserve that.”

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The Loss of Memory

I have driven down that part of I-95 more times than I can count. I take that same exit every time. I wish I knew what happened. Why was that day different? There are so many questions in my heart, but I would chose to never hear the answers to any of them if I could just remember what happened that one morning. They say the loss of memory is a defense mechanism. But why does my memory have to cut out the whole day of the event? I am glad I don’t remember the trauma: the collision, the pain, the fear. I just wish I could remember my state of mind as I drove. Did I break the promise that I made to never drive upset? Was it bad driving? Was it just a freak accident? What really happened? I know what the witness said it looked like. I know what the cops said the evidence showed. Why would I have swerved though? The next exit is not even a half mile down. I know I have made bad decisions in the past, but why would I do something so dumb? Why was the gravel there? Why couldn’t I regain control of my car? Why did my pelvis break in so many places? Why did my lung collapse? Why did I have brain damage? Why don’t I remember the whole next five days? It just feels so unfair that the easily biggest mistake I have ever made isn’t something I can remember. How can you forgive yourself if you can’t remember what you did?

My Love

I am not sure what drew me to him in the beginning before we met. I was not looking to get involved again-- well not unless someone presented a permission slip from God. But for some reason, I just kept wanting to contact him. Then I, the over anxious dater, agreed to go on a date with him right after work. That broke all the rules! He would see me in my uniform (not attractive) and I would not be freshly showered. Not to mention, I only had one extra shirt in the car so I couldn’t change outfits twenty times before I left. But I went. At the end of the night I knew I wanted to see him again. I knew he was something special.

We went out again the next night. We had an amazing time and both stood outside our cars shivering holding onto those last moments of the night. When I finally got into the car, I thought about how much I wanted him to kiss me and how much I appreciated that he hadn’t tried. I knew then and there we had started something remarkable.

The next time I saw him, we were at his house. I will never forget the look in his eyes as he told me I looked beautiful. I think that is the moment I started really falling in love. I could tell this was different from any other compliment a guy had given me. This one was not self serving. This was honesty: he really thought I was beautiful. That night,I told him some of my deepest secrets, I let him hold me, I kissed him like I have never kissed before, I found that I was more comfortable with him than I had ever been anywhere.

I remember the first time we said “I love you”. I told him I was falling really hard and he told me he had already fallen. Then we both declared that we loved each other. In such a short time, this man had completely changed my life. I had never felt anything near this. Within two weeks we had discussed marriage more than once and by sixteen days he had put a ring on my finger.

Our initial story was a whirlwind. Sometimes I wonder how I knew so quickly that this was the man for me, but then the only answer I can come up with is that he is perfect for me. I think we were built to be together. He understands me like no one ever has. I feel safe when he is with me. Best of all. the girl who has felt homeless for so long feels completely at home whenever they are together.

I love you, Daniel Betts!

Desert Song

Daniel was playing around on the guitar two Sundays ago and Desert Song by Hillsong made him break down a little bit. (I think it is amazing to have a man that can be honest about when something gets to him.) At the time, I was just touched by how much he was moved. However, yesterday as I was falling apart, I found myself searching for a prayer or song to repeat to myself. The words to this song swelled from my heart. I have always found truth in it, but at times like this it becomes so real and true.

Desert Song

This is my prayer in the desert

And all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in my hunger and need
My God is a God who provides

And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames

Chorus:
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain

I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here


And this is my prayer in the battle
And triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand

Bridge:
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship


This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be empited again
The seed I've recieved I will sow

My God

I am a little ashamed to say that I am mad at God right now.

I haven't confessed this to anyone... and I fell like it is ripping my heart apart. I can't make the feeling go away. I have always told people that God can handle whatever emotions that they throw God's way but I just feel like being angry at God is so wrong in this situation.

Let's face it: what happened to me sucks. However, I am blessed and lucky to have survived and to have such prospects of full recovery. I am blessed to have so many people willing to help, lift up prayers, support my family, and send me love. I try to hold onto that gratefulness, but this bitter anger keeps boiling over my heart. I am mad this happened. I am mad at myself. I don't remember what happened, but obviously I did something dumb. Then, I am mad that I wasn't protected. I feel guilty for feeling that way because I really was. However, the greedy, sad part of me wants to know why God didn't stop it from happening. It wants to know why God didn't just let my car spin and not hit the tree. Why did I have to have such bad injuries? I know it is a silly question game, but it is still there. I look at my cut from the glass on my arm or at my legs in the wheel chair and wonder why I have to carry this. I don't believe in a God that punishes us, but I feel like I deserved this.

I don;t really know where I am going with this. I don't have too many people i feel like I can broach this subject with. I just can't keep it to myself anymore. I am having trouble talking to God because I feel such intense emotions. I hope this passes in time, but I know it will involve some work on my part.

I have spent a lot of my life being unhappy. I have wasted many years living in situations that I didn’t like, striving for goals I didn’t care about, tending to people that didn’t share my passion, and just all around settling for less than I desired. At the start of this summer, I was struggling with my eating disorder again. I felt that familiar icy cold hand on my shoulder comforting me and I watched myself do whatever it asked. As I fell further into ED’s grasp, I saw myself losing the happiness I had found over the last 6 months or so. One morning I was lying in bed planning the food I wouldn’t eat that day when it hit me that this time, it was my choice. In a inspired fit, I ran down the steps and made breakfast. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some juice. I decided that I was turning everything back around.

That was the plan. I started right away to eat like I was suppose to. I started doing what I need to do to have a good system of meals built up. I got recipes and groceries. I stopped checking that my pants hung too loosely. I stopped obsessing about my arms. I was ready to get back on the path of success.

Then, I feel like the car accident robed all of that from me. Sure I am eating well since I got out of the hospital, but I am not doing it alone. I can’t cook or take incentive to get a meal. Someone else has to do it for me. I wanted to prove to the world and myself that I could do it, and I lost that chance.

I wanted, more than most things, to really get myself healed from the eating disorder this summer. I have the chance to make some strides with that, but I can’t do anything alone so the real test won’t come until it is all up to me. I don’t want that to land in the middle of the semester next fall. I want to be done with it now.